Tommy carefully got to his feet, arm held tight against his chest, and looked round at the sound of his name. "JR?" he replied, trying not to sound as in-pain as he was. Stupid ribs. Straightening up wasn't fun, and then something in his back cracked like his knuckles now did. Tommy couldn't help the small groan, although he could stand straighter now than before.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, then looked down as Rawm got to his feet as well and did a big doggy stretch.